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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface 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?
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.