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 Kenya 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson 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?
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.