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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.