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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.