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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
UT,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.