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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.