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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.