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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.