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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.