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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.