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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Wire,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.