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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.