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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.