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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.