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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.