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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.