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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Shoche,
The Saints,
The Move,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.