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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville 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 crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Monks,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.