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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Can,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.