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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Index,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.