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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.