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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.