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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies 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?
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.