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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.