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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.