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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.