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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 808 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Organ,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.