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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.