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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.