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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.