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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.