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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.