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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.