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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.