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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.