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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.