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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.