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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.