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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.