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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.