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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.