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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.