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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Crime to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.