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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.