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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.