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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.