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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.