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 Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Parry Music,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.