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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.