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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.