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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
New Order,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.