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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.