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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Lower 48,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.