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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
The Move,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.