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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.