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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome 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?
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.