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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
The Litter,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.