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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.