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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.