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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.