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 Romania and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.