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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.