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 New Zealand 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 Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.