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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.