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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.