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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.