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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.