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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.