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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Pole,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.