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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.