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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.