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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.