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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.