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 Angola 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.