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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.