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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
The Slits,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.