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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 Victims to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.