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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Wire,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.