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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Music Machine 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
China Crisis,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.