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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.