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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.