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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Q65,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.