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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.