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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.