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 Papua New Guinea 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '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 Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.