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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.