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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.