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 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.