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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.