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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.