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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.