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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.