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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.