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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.