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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.