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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.