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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.