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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a rhodes 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 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?
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.