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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Can,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
MDC,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.