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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.