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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Jawbox,
PIL,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.