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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.