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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Technova,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.