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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.