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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.