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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.