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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Skaos to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Nico,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.