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 Gabon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
JFA,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.