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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.