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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.