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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.