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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
June of 44,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.