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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.