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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.