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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Ronan,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.