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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.