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 Algeria and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.