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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.