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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.