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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.