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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.