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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.