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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.