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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Crime,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.