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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.