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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.