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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Television,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.