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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.