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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.