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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.