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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Nas,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.