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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.