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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 rhodes 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.