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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.