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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.