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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.