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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.