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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
CMW,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Wire,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.