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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.