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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.