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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.