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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
The Index,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
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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.