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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
UT,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.