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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.