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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Television,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.