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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.