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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace 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?
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.