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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.