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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.