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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.