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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.