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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.