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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.