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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.