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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 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?
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
UT,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.