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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Skarface,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.