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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.