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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Motorama,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.