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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.