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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.