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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.