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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.