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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.