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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.