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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.