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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.