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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Index,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.