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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
AZ,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.