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 Togo 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.