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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Magma,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.