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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.