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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.