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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Organ,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.