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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Slave,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.