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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Index,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Fear,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.