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 Cambodia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Television,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.