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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.