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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.