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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The Slits,
The Victims,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.