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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass 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?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Nas,
Interpol,
Brick,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.