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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Das Ding,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.