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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.