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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.