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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.