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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.