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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
David McCallum,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
MC5,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.