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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Smog,
JFA,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.