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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Magma,
X-101,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.