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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.