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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.