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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.