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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.