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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.