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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.