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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Faust,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.