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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.