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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.