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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.