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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.