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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.