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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.