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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.