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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
John Cale,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.