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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Japan,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.