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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.