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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Can,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.