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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.