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 Belgium 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Index,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.