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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.