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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
UT,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.