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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Scientists,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.