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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.