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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.