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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.