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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.