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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.