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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Shoche,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.