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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.