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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.