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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Wire,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.