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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Pulsallama 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.