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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.