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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.