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 Yemen and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.