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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.