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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.