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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.