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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.