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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.