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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.