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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.