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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.