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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.