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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Lyres,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.