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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.