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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.