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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.