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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.