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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
PIL,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.