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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
UT,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.