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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.