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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Can,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.