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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.