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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.