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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.