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 Thailand 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
CMW,
Sparks,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.