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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.