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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Gap Band to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
The Move,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.