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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.