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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.