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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the funk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.