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 Brunei and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.