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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Motorama,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.