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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.