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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Monks,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.