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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.