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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.