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 India and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells 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 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 a snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.