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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.