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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
The Move,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.