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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.