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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.