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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Symarip 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.