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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.