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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Wake to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.