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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.