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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.