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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.