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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
The Index,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.