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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.