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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.