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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.