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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
The Litter,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Flipper,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
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.