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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.