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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.