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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.