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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.