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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.