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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.