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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.