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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.