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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Y Pants 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.