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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Divine Comedy 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.