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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.