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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.