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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.