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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.