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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Knickerbockers to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.