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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.