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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Mars,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.