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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.