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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.