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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.