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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.