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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Index,
The Martian,
The Motions,
MC5,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.