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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.