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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.