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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.