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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.