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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.