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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.