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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.