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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.