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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.