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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.