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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.