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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
The Associates,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.