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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.