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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.