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 France and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.