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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Niagra,
UT,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.