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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.