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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.