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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.