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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.