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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.