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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.