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 Angola 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.