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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.