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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.