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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.