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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
UT,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.