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 Sweden and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s 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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.