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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.