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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.