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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.