Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.