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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.