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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
UT,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.