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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.