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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All the Swans 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 disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.