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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.