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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.