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 Dominica 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.