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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.