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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.