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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.