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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
DNA,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.