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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.