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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.