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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Smog,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.