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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.