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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.