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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Don Cherry 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.