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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.