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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.