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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the disco 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.