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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.