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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.