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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.