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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Nico,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Can,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.