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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.