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 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt 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?
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Index,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.