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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.