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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.