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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker 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?
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.