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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.