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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.