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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Pretty Things to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Nico,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.