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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.