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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.