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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.