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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.