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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most 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?
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.