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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Warsaw 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.