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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.