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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.