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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.