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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Can,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Magma,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.