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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
The Move,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.