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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Franke,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.