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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.