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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.