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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.