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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.