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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.