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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.