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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
MDC,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.