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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.