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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
The Fall,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.