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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.