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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Wire,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.