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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.