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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.