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 Burundi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.