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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.