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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
June Days,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Mars,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.