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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.