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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.