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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.