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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.