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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
ABC,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.