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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.