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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.