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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.