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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.