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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.