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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.