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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.