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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.