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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.