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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music 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?
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
New Order,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.