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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Evens to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Wire,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
UT,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.