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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.