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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.