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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.