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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.