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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.