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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.