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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.