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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.