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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Whodini,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.