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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.