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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.