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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Television,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.