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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.