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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.