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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.