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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the disco 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.