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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.