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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
JFA,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Wire,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.