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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.