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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Kinks to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.