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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.