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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Faust,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.