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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.