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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
X-102,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.