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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.