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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.