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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.