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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.