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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Smog,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.