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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.