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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.