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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Scion,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.