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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.