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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.