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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.