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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.