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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.