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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.