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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.