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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.