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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.