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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.