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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.