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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Television,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.