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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.