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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.