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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.