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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Pole,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.