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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.