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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.