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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Q65,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.