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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Visage,
John Holt,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.