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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Victims,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.