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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.