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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.