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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Index,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
X-101,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.