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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.