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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.