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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
cv313,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.