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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Derrick May 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Television,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.