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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.