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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.