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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.