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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.