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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Ludus,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Technova,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.