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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.