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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.