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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.