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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.