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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Erasure,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.