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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.