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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.