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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
MC5,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.