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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.