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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Doors to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
UT,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.