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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.