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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.