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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Cure,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.