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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
the Association,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.