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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.