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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 snare 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Index,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Wings,
Quantec,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.