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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.