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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.