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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.