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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.