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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 JFA to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Q65,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.