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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.