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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.