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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.