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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.