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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Yaz,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.