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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.