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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Smog,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.