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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.