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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.