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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.