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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.