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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.