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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Cameo,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.