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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.