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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Television,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.