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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 of Four. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.