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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.