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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.