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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.