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 Liberia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
UT,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.