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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.