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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.