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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.